The Drinking Game
A/N: Jack and Miranda make a fatal mistake of adding tequila and Spanish Soaps together.
“Dear god,” Jack cries out. “How many times is that dumb bitch going to cry? We’re only ten minutes in!” Jack growls as he sits in Miranda’s small apartment watching Spanish Soaps.
“Oh it’s not that bad,” Miranda says. “I mean do you even speak Spanish?”
“Spanish, Russian, Latin, Chinese, French,” Jack mutters. “I’ve had the time to learn. God this would be better is I was drunk.”
“Then let’s get drunk,” Miranda says. “I’ve tequila; we’ll play a drinking game. We’ll drink anytime a girl cries, someone gets slapped or a drink gets thrown in someone face, for break ups, cheating and someone going into or out of a coma.”
“Interesting,” Jack says. “And how long is this marathon?”
~18 shots later ~
Miranda, for lack of a better phrase, it drunk off her ass and Jack is not far behind her. They are both cackling madly at a small Spanish woman bitch slapping a man who really can’t seem to keep his shirt on.
“O-OH,” Miranda gasps for breath. “Oh god turn it off I can’t stop.” Jack fumbles with the remote.
“God what the hell happened to writing,” Jack snorts. “Is this what happens over the years? Is all TV like this?”
“Dang Jack how old are you,” Miranda laughs.
“600 and sixty something or another,” Jack groans. “How the fuck old are you?
“26,” Miranda says. “A doctor by twenty six and I’m still single! How does that work?”
“Beats me,” Jack growls. “You’re pretty fucking hot. I mean you hear female doctor and you think some know it all, pale bitch and then there’s you. Dark skin, perfect hair, great figure. Why no one is fucking you is beyond me.”
“You curse like a sailor when your drunk,” Miranda says. “But thanks. I looked better when I was sixteen. Oh and living is Spain in the summer…”
“You lost your virginity as sixteen didn’t you,” Jack laughs. Miranda turns bright red.
“How did you do that,” Miranda demands,
“I’m good at reading people,” Jack says. “Good for you. I was stuck with mine till I was twenty three. Grant most girls in my time were dying of the plague. But damn when I became a knight; plenty of tail in that line of work.”
“I’ll bet,” Miranda says.
“It all sucked though,” Jack says. “Everything about that whole century sucked. England sucked, France sucked worse. Just horrid.”
“Guess you’ve kinda done it all,” Miranda sighs. “Have you ever been in love?”
“I’ve been in love with parts of woman,” Jack snorts. Miranda shoves him playfully.
“Really, come on,” Miranda says. “Have you ever been in love?”
“Yes,” Jack sighs. “Her name is Irina, she’s a walker, Russian. She was graceful, smart, beautiful, powerful. Everything.”
“What happened,” Miranda asks. Jack frowns.
“I hated the walker society and I hated myself when I was with them,” Jack says. “When I said I was leaving she said if I left the Walker, I left her. I made my choice and here I am.”
“Wow,” Miranda whispers.
“What about you,” Jack asks. “Ever been in love?” Miranda frowns.
“Are you an idiot,” she says suddenly angry. “Are you blind?” Jack simply rises in eyebrow because his head is banging painfully right now.
“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU,” Miranda screams. Jack blinks. What? WHAT?
“Wait…NO,” Jack stands up suddenly feeling completely sober. “No, no way. Your too young! I’m too old! Way to old! NO!” He steps back and walks to the door. “I’m sorry that…it can’t….I think I should go.” Jack walks out into the hallway when his phone vibrates in his pocket. Pulling it out see something shocking.
“Irina,” he says into the phone. “What do you want?” There is the pause.
“The Cult is moving a new group of children to Haven. They already have a base set up. They’ll probably kill them tonight. You have five hours at the most to make your move.” Jack clutches the phone.
“Are you sure,” he rasps. “Are you truly sure. Irina if your wrong…I can’t go through this again.”
“I’m sure,” Irina says. “Good luck Jack.” She hangs up and Jack is already running.
A/N: And this is the night before Jack became a father and Miranda became a mother.